herself and living in
contradiction to her true life, to leave others
in peace or
refrain from envying their happines. The whole range of
these sad truths could be read in the dulled gray eyes of Mademoiselle
Gamard; the dark circles that surrounded those eyes told of the
inwardconflicts of her
solitary life. All the wrinkles on her face were in
straight lines. The
structure of her
forehead and cheeks was rigid and
prominent. She allowed, with
apparentindifference, certain scattered
hairs, once brown, to grow upon her chin. Her thin lips scarcely
covered teeth that were too long, though still quite white. Her
complexion was dark, and her hair,
originally black, had turned gray
from
frightful headaches,--a
misfortune which obliged her to wear a
false front. Not
knowing how to put it on so as to
conceal the
junction between the real and the false, there were often little gaps
between the border of her cap and the black string with which this
semi-wig (always badly curled) was fastened to her head. Her gown,
silk in summer, merino in winter, and always brown in color, was
invariably rather tight for her angular figure and thin arms. Her
collar, limp and bent, exposed too much the red skin of a neck which
was
ribbed like an oak-leaf in winter seen in the light. Her origin
explains to some
extent the defects of her conformation. She was the
daughter of a wood-merchant, a
peasant, who had risen from the ranks.
She might have been plump at eighteen, but no trace remained of the
fair
complexion and pretty color of which she was wont to boast. The
tones of her flesh had taken the pallid tints so often seen in
"devotes." Her aquiline nose was the feature that
chiefly proclaimed
the despotism of her nature, and the flat shape of her
forehead the
narrowness of her mind. Her movements had an odd abruptness which
precluded all grace; the mere
motion with which she twitched her
handkerchief from her bag and blew her nose with a loud noise would
have shown her
character and habits to a keen
observer. Being rather
tall, she held herself very erect, and justified the remark of a
naturalist who once explained the
peculiar gait of old maids by
declaring that their joints were consolidating. When she walked her
movements were not
equally distributed over her whole person, as they
are in other women, producing those
graceful undulations which are so
attractive. She moved, so to speak, in a single block,
seeming to
advance at each step like the
statue of the Commendatore. When she
felt in good
humour she was apt, like other old maids, to tell of the
chances she had had to marry, and of her
fortunate discovery in time
of the want of means of her lovers,--proving,
unconsciously, that her
worldly judgment was better than her heart.
This
typical figure of the genus Old Maid was well framed by the
grotesque designs, representing Turkish landscapes, on a varnished
paper which decorated the walls of the dining-room. Mademoiselle
Gamard usually sat in this room, which boasted of two pier tables and
a barometer. Before the chair of each abbe was a little cushion
covered with worsted work, the colors of which were faded. The salon
in which she received company was
worthy of its
mistress. It will be
visible to the eye at once when we state that it went by the name of
the "yellow salon." The curtains were yellow, the furniture and walls
yellow; on the mantelpiece, surmounted by a mirror in a gilt frame,
the candlesticks and a clock all of
crystal struck the eye with sharp
brilliancy. As to the private
apartment of Mademoiselle Gamard, no one
had ever been permitted to look into it. Conjecture alone suggested
that it was full of odds and ends, worn-out furniture, and bits of
stuff and pieces dear to the hearts of all old maids.
Such was the woman destined to exert a vast influence on the last
years of the Abbe Birotteau.